Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Drop the top and pimp the lot and watch the trunk do tricks
I'm a playa, you can tell by how I choose my pose
Wanna jack me for my candy car, you must wanna die
But it's an absolute honor and a pleasure y'know I'm sayin'?
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Bangin' on the Screw, and keep the pistol right here in the do'
Lean back up on ya leather, chunk a deuce, and show your grill
On 26 inches just to get my roll on
But I don't really wanna hit ya with this hot thang
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Fre-fre-fresh
Keep a hooker on the track and keep a swisher full of pine
Hey, come up in my hood, bet them bitches know Tip
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
I gotta '66 Impala so fresh
I know a lot of y'all niggaz out there
White top, burnt drop wit' the choppers on deck
One of Jeezy's songs on, make them bitches get low
Show them boys you got that front back and side to side baby
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
I'm switchin' lane to lane, leanin' on the switch
Fuel exhaust, and a motor out a ninety-four 'Vette
Probably wonderin' what the fuck you listenin to right now, ah ah?
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz won't trip
Fish bowl, televisions pimpin' I ain't done yet
When it gets to swangin' on the curb, you might lose ya toes
Pimp C, I keep my money on my mind
Sippin' on the barre, smokin' green and hittin' licks
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
To bring you some gangsta shit of catastrophic proportions
Swangin' on T.I., S's and Fo's
I got the checker red leather and I'm sittin' on chrome
Comin' down creepin' slow, sippin' on a Colt fo'
I just wanna get some brain in the turnin' lane
T.I. reppin' for Bankhead, I'm reppin' for P.A.
Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggaz gon' dip
Bumpin' Too $hort baby, in a candy red Biarritz
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
If you tell 'em you wit' him, all them bitches gon' strip
I get that ass raised up, like Dr. Dre six four
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Or get hit up in yo'
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
If y'know like I know, you wouldn't try it
Dedicated to the slab, the dunks, the drops
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side
Man who ain't up on this down South shit
It's the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta
Now put ya diamonds up against the wood wheel
Keep it trill, this the South baby, Texas and GA
The candy painted cars wit' the chopped off tops
All the UGK alumni like myself know what this is man, hey Bun
Pirellis and Blades and 'em crews of hoes
Now pop ya trunk, get it crunk, it's time to ride
